The Cat Lady Branches Out

Saturday evening I looked out my back door. I don’t know why. I so seldom do stupid things like that, but this time something looked back.

See?

If you have been here very often, you know this is an aberration. Not only has it been years since I owned dogs, I was very bad at it when I did. My dogs were stolen one day while I was at work, along with every other dog in the area. I don’t have to theorize their fate, and I wish there had been some way to find them. They were sweet dogs, but they were nuisances. They chased things, and I couldn’t keep them in a fence without cables and chains. I hate to admit it, but I was relieved when they disappeared. I would never wish for them what they got, but I made no effort to replace them. I don’t want this pup to grow up the same way, but my level of training suckitude is LEGENDARY. It will not go well, is all I’m saying.

I have availed Facebook of him, which is the best advertising you can get when half your graduating class is on your friend list. It’s a wide net I have cast there, with no takers. I am therefore resigned to having been adopted, AGAIN. Here’s my dilemma, if you can discount the 15 cats already eating here, the lack of income and the general level of sorriness I have mastered with ninja-level skills. He wants to play with my cats. Play, not harm, which I know they sense because they only run from him if he charges them. But when he DOES chase them, I have no way of stopping him. He has no name. He is Nearly Nameless, and it’s hard to yell “STOP… umm… puppy!!” and get results. I considered naming him Snowball, cuz he is both male and black, because I am also a master of irony. Then I thought, Tiny, because he is 18 pounds at 10 weeks with the feet of a sasquatch, and again, I am irony’s beyotch. I love the name Dexter, but I cannot bring myself to name the dog after a soulless serial killer. Picard? Too much geek factor.Television names are dated, anyway, and far too…pedantic. Heh.

I’m taking suggestions. Leave me a comment, and you might just name the newest dog at Zobabe’s Cathouse! What your reward will be has not been decided, but I WILL have the heart to spare you mixed-breed furballs and giant spiders, both of which I have in abundance.

We’ll talk. Later.